Friday, May 20, 2016



In the sunrise of his life
cool, breezy sun enveloped his body 
planted kisses on him,
fondled him, elated him.

In the noon of his life,
when the sun was at his peak
a fresh life rushed down his veins 
like a stream
made him vibrant, energetic and dynamic
dreamt and wished an everlasting
noon throughout.

Time doesn’t have a stop
dragged him to
the precipice of sunset in his life
and like the sun loses his steam
towards  the end of the day
slowly, slowly
moved down in the western horizon,
he too lost his verve, vigour and virility
and was pushed into
a corner of his existence

with no sign of turning back……

Wednesday, March 2, 2016



these are frightening times
these are appalling times
spread across our land.
Plants dare not bloom and smile
in our gardens,
afraid of being plucked away
and torn to pieces.
Birds feel caged
and fear to fly over here.
Streams lay congealed out of fear 
winds stand still
not a single leaf dares to move.
These are frightening,
times over here,
dreaded times over here.
Awaiting winds of
freedom we remain
and we are here
to fight to the hilt

to firm up our hard-earned freedom. 

Thursday, January 21, 2016


My malayalam novel 'Dooram Arike' has been released today.......thanks to all

Tuesday, January 5, 2016



I like the surging
waves of crowds of this city
I love to be a part of it.
One among thousands,
a faceless being.
It rids me of false sense of my identity
of my excessive pride,
my hubris.

I love the hustle and bustle of this city,
the spell binding noises,
piercing  my ear-drums,
the wild music.
The louder my voice
the louder my laughter
the higher the wild music,
like the incessant thunder showers .
it drowns my false sense of my loud voice
at its peak which could sink
the wild music of this city.  

I love the high-rise buildings of this city,
the multi-storeyed noises
that top - of the - world feeling
when I stay rooted
on the balcony of the top-most floor.
The thick concrete
forests along the
length and breadth of this metro,
reminds me of the top hills,
the verdant hills,
the verdant landscape,
the azure streams,
lakes and ponds
the ocean of paddy fields
which ONCE adorned my far-away village.
The concrete forests bereft of greenery 

fills me with the scent of nostalgia.

Saturday, January 2, 2016



Looking from here
in this misty evening
the faraway hill and
its lush greenery enveloped by 
the smoke screen of haze
like my  perplexed cloudy mind,
which hides my
otherwise my crystal clear, transparent mind.
How long should I wait
for the rise of a
new Sun, a new dawn 
which wipes  away the
haze of the faraway hill
unveiling the thick greenery
and the sky-touching hill.
How long should I wait
for the smoke screen of perplexity
covering my mind fades away.